by Lexy Timms
Simon could imagine himself tearing off the flimsy fabric with his teeth. Imagined peeling off her nylon stockings to reveal the shapeliest pair of legs he had ever seen in his life.
Before his dirty thoughts completely ran away with him, she reached behind herself again to unhook her bra. Letting the bra slide off, she stared at him without a hint of shame or self-consciousness.
Her hands started to lower to her panties and he held up his hands, motioning for her to stop.
“Can I take those off?” he asked, forcing himself to tear his gaze from her mouthwatering breasts. Already her pink nipples had gotten hard, and he needed a distraction from them or else he was liable to take one into his mouth until she cried out so loudly the entire company would hear them.
“Sure.” There was still that shameless expression on her face, but he recognized the breathlessness in her voice. Saw the way her chest heaved as he stood up and drew near.
With a groan he gripped her hips in his hands, savoring the sensation of her hot skin beneath his fingertips. He shut his eyes, taking his time to enjoy the feel of her in his hands, and then he got down on his knees in front of her.
“Simon,” she gasped, and clamped her hands over her mouth in surprise. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice muffled.
“Taking these off,” he answered, tugging at her panties for emphasis.
She let out a breathless giggle as he leaned forward and took some of the lacy fabric into his mouth. And then he tugged the fabric down with his teeth, using a free hand to help slide the black lace down her thighs until her panties hit the floor.
The sight of her sex, so exposed in front of him in his office, was almost too much for him to handle. “Heather,” he choked out.
There was no point in trying to compose himself, now that he was filled with a burning need to have her. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I want you.”
“We can’t. Not here at work,” she said. “Besides, the deal was I take my clothes off. Nothing more.”
“What if we took an early lunch?” he asked. “We could always continue this at my place.”
Her golden eyes burned, desire roaring in their depths like an inferno. “Then let’s get out of here.”
The eagerness in her tone made his stomach tighten with longing for her. “Should we take my car?”
She nodded. “I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here without my clothes.” Her cheeks reddened and she averted her gaze, reminding him that, as bold as she might be with him, there was always an underlying shyness. A wholesome sweetness that he could never get enough of.
He shrugged off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, her delectable body enveloped by the dark material. “How about you wear this on the way out of here?”
Another nod, only this time she smiled. “We’d better get out of here quickly before someone gets the bright idea to come down to your office.”
After she quickly shoved her clothes and tape recorder into her handbag, he took her hand and led her to the private elevator that he infrequently used to get to the parking lot.
He had probably never driven so fast in his life, tearing through Seattle’s streets at a speed just below the speed limit.
When he pulled into the underground parking garage beneath his apartment building, he brought his car to a screeching halt and rushed out of the car.
Heather rushed out after him and he reached for her hand, and they raced for the lobby.
The concierge looked up from the newspaper he was reading at the front desk. He smiled warmly. “Hey, Simon. Hey, Heather. You two working from home this morning?”
“Something like that,” Simon said over his shoulder as he raced down the hall and hustled Heather into the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid shut he pulled her into his arms for a passionate kiss.
She returned the kiss eagerly, arching her back as she backed him into the corner of the elevator.
As the elevator climbed to the top floor he let his hands slide up underneath the jacket she was wearing, her skin silky smooth to the touch.
He teased her lush lips open with his tongue and she moaned.
Before either of them could catch a breath her hands were undoing the buttons of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool air in the elevator. Simon broke the kiss to look at her. “Slow down, we’re almost there.”
“No,” she said. “I want you here. In the elevator.”
Her brazenness turned him on even more. As adventurous as she had revealed herself to be, she still had a way of constantly surprising him. “Heather, there’s a surveillance camera in here. The concierge doesn’t watch footage obsessively, but he could definitely get footage of us if he wanted to,” he said, suddenly remembering the high-tech security measures he had installed in his luxury apartment building.
She reached across the elevator to jab one of the buttons, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. “If we stay right where we are, underneath the camera, nobody will be able to see us.”
His gaze locked on hers. She was serious.
She slipped behind him, her back against the shiny elevator wall right beneath the camera.
Simon looked up at it, realizing that she was right about the blind spot. He had known about the blind spot when the camera had been installed, but he had never for a second thought he’d be the one trying to hide from the thing.
Heather reached into her bag to take out a condom and let the bag drop to the floor. She ripped the foil wrapper open with her teeth.
Watching her mouth work open the wrapper was sending a thousand dirty, filthy thoughts through his mind.
“I’ve never had sex in an elevator.” His pulse started racing at the prospect of doing something so illicit. He placed his palms on the cold elevator wall, pinning her between his arms.
Chapter 16
“I’ve never had sex in an elevator either.” Her lush lips found his again and she arched against him, surrendering to him as his tongue stormed into her mouth.
The taste of her was incredible, and kissing her was so intoxicating he never wanted to stop. He swirled his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as her small hands skimmed down his torso and stopped at his belt buckle.
Without breaking the kiss Heather unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, freeing his throbbing erection.
When she took his manhood into her hands, the pleasure from her touch forced him to end the kiss to let out a rough, desperate groan.
“Do you want me to keep going?” she asked.
“Yes,” he managed to force out. Right now he was nothing but pure, primal need. And she was the only one who could satisfy his lust.
Without needing any more prompting Heather hooked her leg around his waist, pulling him so close that he had her crushed up against the wall.
She sheathed him with the condom and guided him into her in one quick stroke.
The pleasure was so overwhelming he nearly lost his footing. He pressed one palm against the wall, and gripped her hip with the other as he steadied himself. She was so warm and tight and wet. Simon forced back a groan, refusing to give in to his primal urges. Because if he did he would come too early, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied if he didn’t give her the pleasure she deserved.
He thrust into her until he was buried so deep inside her she let out a frenzied, desperate cry. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her grip so tight her nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
The sweet pain only enhanced the pleasure as he started to thrust rhythmically into her. She clamped down around him, her slick heat giving him more pleasure than he could stand.
Her breathless moans filled the elevator, arousing him until he was on the verge of release. Simon had never had sex like this with any other woman. Right now, buried inside her, there was nothing between them. He had never been so vulnerable with a woman the way he was with Heather, and each time they had sex it was more th
an just a physical act. Every part of his body was a part of hers. His heart, his mind.
She came first, a loud cry of his name, letting him know. Ecstasy exploded through him and he came right after her.
As quickly as he could, he zipped up his pants and pressed a button to get the elevator going again. Meanwhile, she reached for her bag and ran her hand through her hair in an effort to smooth it down.
She clutched his arm and he shot her a glance. Her face was flushed, her cheeks glowing in the aftermath of her pleasure. Her hair was still messy, her lips swollen from kissing. Seeing her in the aftermath of her passion always made his heart race even faster.
He forced himself to breathe as he wrapped his arm around her. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
A smile. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”
The elevator doors slid open and he guided her out. “I have you for inspiration. How could I go wrong?”
They stopped at the door of his apartment and he opened the door to let her in.
She pulled his jacket tighter around her body, and for some reason he enjoyed seeing her wearing his clothes. Maybe seeing her wrapped up in something he owned brought out his possessive instincts. “Oh gosh, I’m starving.”
“I can order Chinese if you’d like,” he offered.
“I’d like that,” she said, letting out a happy sigh.
Half an hour later they were both sprawled out on his bed, eating noodles out of takeout boxes. Heather had taken off his jacket and was totally naked underneath the sheet that barely covered her rear end. She was lying on her stomach, her slender legs wrapped around one of his pillows.
Right after their food had been delivered he had gotten out of his clothes, needing to expose himself to her after what they had gotten up to in the elevator. He hadn’t even bothered covering himself with the sheet. Heather seemed to relish it, because she was looking at him shamelessly like she was considering another round with him.
Suppressing a smile, he let his eyes wander up and down her body. He could gaze at her all day and never get tired of it. Right now, he was enjoying the endless curves of her body. Marveling at the way her hair fell about her shoulders in copper waves.
Simon set his half-finished box of takeout down on the night table beside his bed and lay down on his back beside her.
“We could cut work and stay here for the rest of the day.” He rolled over onto his side and reached out to start caressing her exposed back, following the arch of her satin-soft skin.
“I know you’re trying to get out of the interview,” she scolded. “You’re not going to throw me off that easily.”
He flashed her a lazy smile. “That’s not why I want to spend the rest of the day here with you.”
“In that case, we can finish the interview right here.” She handed him her box of takeout, gesturing for him to put it away.
Obliging, he set her box on the night table and resumed his place beside her. “What now?”
She lowered her hand to the floor, picked up her handbag, and started rifling through it. “I’m turning the tape recorder back on.”
Simon groaned. He had hoped that she would at least give him a break before firing more questions his way. “More questions already?”
“You’re not going to like what else I have to say,” she warned as she took her cell phone from her bag to glance at it. “The editor from the men’s magazine messaged me. He would like to know if you’re available for an impromptu photo shoot tomorrow.”
There was no use fighting it. She had more than kept her side of the bargain with that strip show in his office. “Fine. I can reschedule some meetings so we can get it done.”
She started texting rapidly. “Great. I’ll tell the editor to send the photographer and the journalist to your apartment tomorrow.”
“Seriously? I’ll be taking photos of my apartment for the entire world to see?” He shifted over to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping part of the sheet around his waist.
“Taking the photos in your apartment will let the public get a private look at your life. They’ll feel like they’re finally getting to know the real you. Do you know how exciting that will be? Inside a reclusive billionaire’s home. Imagine the buzz we’ll be creating with something like that.”
That was the kind of exclusive access that most magazine editors could only dream of, but to Simon the entire setup was a nightmare. “How the hell did I let you talk me into this?”
“You let your lust get the better of you,” she teased, her eyes flashing with mischief.
He didn’t have a retort for that. Instead, he just scowled in frustration.
She straightened up to join him on the edge of the bed, her shapely legs dangling over the side, the sheet wrapping around her gorgeous body as she moved. “I’ve got another prep session with my lawyer tomorrow evening after the photo shoot. I really need to nail this because the next court hearing is on Friday. I can’t afford to make another mistake in front of the judge.”
If she was changing the subject so abruptly, her unease about the next court hearing must have been weighing even more heavily on her mind than usual. Not to mention, finding out that Gary was trying to get Dover employees to act as witnesses against her must have shaken her. It had certainly angered and disappointed Simon. Gary really would stop at nothing to destroy her, and even if he ended up losing Heather had been through hell already.
“I’ll go with you to the session.” There was no question that he was going to continue to support her through this. The fact that she was so focused on work despite the turmoil in her personal life was incredible. Anyone else would have buckled under the pressure, but not Heather. Somehow she just seemed to keep on going, and the admiration he had already had for her kept growing.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I’m just so scared. What if I really screwed this up? What if we can’t get any dirt on Gary in time?”
“Maybe your lawyer will have some news when you meet with him tomorrow,” he said, trying to soothe her. “There’s bound to be something you can use against him. If anyone can find something, the investigators at Jones, Chang, & Associates can.”
“Well, I read up on Jones, Chang, & Associates over the weekend and they’re not the top law firm in Seattle for nothing.” She sighed. “I guess I’m just nervous. When I’m at work I feel guilty that I’m not working on the custody case. And when I’m working on the custody case I feel guilty that I’m not devoting enough time to Dover.”
“You’ve been juggling so much,” he said. “If you need a few days off, I’m more than willing to give you that.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but her lips started to twitch. “Simon Diesel, I still know what you’re up to. I won’t be taking any days off, so you can forget that. Don’t let my moping fool you. You will be doing your interviews this week.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly.
Heather paused before looking deep into his eyes. “I’ve probably said this before, but I couldn’t get through this custody battle without you.”
He captured her chin in his hand and stared back. “I love you, Heather. I’m here for whatever you need.”
“I love you, too.” She gave him a faint smile. Followed by a dangerous narrowing of her eyes. “We can finish up the interview, and then after that I’ll make sure your apartment is presentable for the shoot tomorrow. The place looks great, but it wouldn’t hurt to give it a once-over beforehand.”
“I have to admit I’m in good hands with you,” he said, releasing her chin. The amount of thought she put into everything she did despite her stress was impressive, even if it was a little bit maddening.
She clutched the sheet tighter against her chest with one hand and held up the tape recorder with the other. “Are you ready to continue?” she asked, too businesslike to let his compliment slow her down.
He leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder in response. “Ready as I’ll ever
be. Just make sure that you delete the recording when all of this is done.”
SIMON DIDN’T BOTHER going to work the next morning. With that damn photo shoot scheduled for mid-morning, he decided to just stay in to eat a quick breakfast and work on some ideas on his laptop. He wanted to make headway with the ideas he had been developing for the underwater tech he was working on with the engineers at Blue Naught.
When Heather arrived at his door an hour before the interview he let her in, narrowing his eyes at the garment bags she was holding.
“I knew you were going to bring clothes for me to wear,” he muttered in annoyance. “Where did you even get the clothes?”
“I have my ways,” she said. “Let’s just say that the board was nice enough to give me a company credit card when I updated Agnes on your interview progress yesterday. She’s thrilled that you’ll be doing this photo shoot.”
He frowned. “I’ll bet she is.”
“Why don’t you try on some of the clothes, so we can see how you look?” she said.
“What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?” he demanded.
“The jeans look great on you, but that Stanford sweatshirt has got to go.” She waved the garment bags in his face, a no-nonsense expression on her face. “We need you to look polished.”
“I thought you wanted me to seem down-to-earth,” he said.
“Down-to-earth and polished,” she said.
With a heavy sigh, he took the garment bags from her and went to go change in his bedroom. He tried on a couple of polo shirts, ties, and jackets until Heather settled on a crisp white shirt paired with a comfortable pair of jeans.
“I’m amazed you chose this,” he said with relief as he stepped towards her in the living room. “I thought for sure you’d want something that would be way more uncomfortable.”
She leaned closer to him and ran her hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t fight me on everything, Simon.”
“I’m just not used to all this,” he admitted. “I’ve kept the media at arm’s length because none of this shallow stuff matters.”